"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, Sophia." Frank says.
"Don't worry, I won't." I scoff. "Look, this was my Dad's idea, not mine. I don't need a therapist, I'm perfectly fine."
"Okay." He says, surprising me.
"I mean it. I don't need a therapist or any kind of help. I'm fine."
"I believe you." He nods. I frown. "We have a two hour slot to fill. If you leave early, I don't get my money. If you feel like you don't need help, then it makes my day a whole lot easier." he shrugs. I like this Frank.
"Oh, alright then. What do you want to talk about?" I ask him.
"What's your life like at the moment?" He asks. I shrug.
"Nothing much is going on, really."
"Let me guess, you feel empty. Like you're meaningless." He says. I look him up and down.
"Yeah, kind of." I narrow my eyes. He's not getting around me that easily. "And you're trying to get me to talk about my problems. Well, it's not going to work."
"I'm sure."
Well, I'm ashamed to say that, an hour later, I have told him all my problems and I'm in tears on the sofa, making a mess of the once tissue-free floor.
"I'm sorry. I've got Kleenex everywhere." I sniff. Frank smiles at me charmingly.
"It's fine, don't worry. I have to clean up after every session."
"Even with my Dad?" I ask, shocked.
"Well, maybe not every session." He raises an eyebrow and I giggle. I can't imagine my Dad ever crying like I am now. The more I look at Frank, the more attractive he is to me. Dark hair, bright blue eyes, the brightest I've ever seen. He's handsome. "How're you feeling now?" he asks me.
"Better. Kind of." I pause. "You're attractive, aren't you?" I say. He looks alarmed, but then smiles.
"You miss Sherlock, I think."
"No, I'm over him. I mean it, though. You're handsome." I say. He chuckles.
"Thank you. You're not too bad yourself." He smiles. I look down and disguise my blushing.
"My Dad would kill you for saying that." I smile.
"Well, hopefully he won't find out." He smiles too. "I don't intend on dying any time soon. In fact, it would be rather inconvenient." he pauses. "Will you be coming back for another session?"
"Definitely." I smile.
"I'll book you in for a week today? Twelve o'clock sound good?" He asks. I nod. I keep looking at him.
"Yeah. I'll see you then." We stand up. Just as I'm about to leave, I lean up and kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you... Frank." I whisper. He stands there with his mouth open in shock for a bit so I open the door. "See you next week!" I call as I walk away.
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Daddy's Girl
Fanfiction"Why couldn't I have had a normal life? Why do you have to be so... you?" // "This is the hand you've been dealt, Sophia. There's nothing you can do about it. Play the game the best you can with the cards you've got. That's all you can do."// "I...
